Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

As soon as He Daqing took out this thing, Bao Baohou's eyes lit up.

"Who did you say gave you this thing just now?"

When he asked this question, He Daqing found it even harder to answer.

You can't tell the world that you once had a mistress, right?

"It doesn't matter who gave it to him, I'll take a look first."

He Yuzhu took it over. The small bowl looked dirty, but it was not damaged.

Golden Eyes reminds me that this is a small bowl made of enamel, and there are four in a set.

One alone is not worth much, but four together are worth a fortune.

Turning to the back, there are three big characters written on the bottom of the bowl: The fragrance of tea.

"Zhuzi, is this thing worth anything?"

He Daqing asked nervously.

When the White Widow gave it to him, he didn't pay much attention to it, because he didn't know where the White Widow got it.

It's tattered and dirty, maybe it was picked up somewhere.

The White Widow was so mean to him that he felt that she couldn't give him anything valuable.

But I just heard He Yuzhu and the others talking about antiques here.

He didn't understand antiques, but he also knew that some old objects looked worthless, but were actually worth a lot.

He Yuzhu held it and looked at it for a long time, and He Daqing became more determined in his thoughts.

Maybe it's a valuable treasure.

"How much is a small bowl worth?"

Baolanhou's eyes were dazed, but he said this with disdain.

"Are you trying to fool me again?"

He Yuzhu smiled.

"Why am I fooling you? This thing isn't worth much to begin with, but I still have a hobby, and I like to collect bowls. Otherwise, I'll take the fifty thousand yuan. Just buy it to your heart's content."

"fifty thousand?!"

He Daqing couldn't understand it.

Is such a broken bowl worth so much?

"No."

He Yuzhu directly refused.

"Fifty thousand is enough for the pillar. The white widow gave it to us, and we didn't spend any money."

He Daqing said anxiously.

He Yuzhu didn't like being harsh to him in front of outsiders, so he just reminded him quietly not to speak.

"Bashahou, you can't fool people even if you try to fool them. If this was really a broken bowl, would you spend fifty thousand yuan to collect it? This thing must be more than fifty thousand yuan."

Makes sense!

When He Daqing heard this, he had an epiphany.

Ten thousand yuan can buy several bowls in the market.

It costs [-] yuan to collect the junk, which means it must be valuable.

At least it's worth more than what he asked for.

"I really can't hide anything from you."

The broken man said: "This thing is indeed valuable, but it is certainly not worth much on its own. There are four in a set, and it is only valuable when the four are put together. And to ordinary donors, it is not worth much. Yes. It’s a specific sponsor. It wouldn’t be worth anything to anyone else.”

He Yuzhu's mind changed.

A specific donor?

He guessed that this thing must have its own special value.

And it has specific value to certain people.

The secret hidden in the bowl piqued his interest.

He played with the small enamel bowl, and every move struck a chord in Bao Po Hou's heart.

In fact, they also have one of these small enamel bowls.

If you add this, you will be short of both.

Although he makes money from antiques, he also really likes antiques.

In particular, the story behind this set of bowls fascinated him.

He dreamed of collecting a set.

"Whether it's valuable or not will be discussed later. I think this bowl is good, and I want to keep it for collection. Just put it away first, Dad."

Bao Baohou watched helplessly as the bowl slipped from his fingers.

I feel very depressed.

"Zhuzi, this thing is really worthless in your hands. You might as well give it to me. The price is negotiable."

"How much can you pay?"

"How much do you want?"

"One hundred million. Will you give it?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Ruo Shaohou was speechless.

"Look, you said that this thing is valuable to you, but you are not willing to pay for it. Then of course I can't give it to you. I'll keep it in case I meet someone who thinks it's more valuable. Maybe I can earn more than More than [-] million!"

"..."

"That's it, let's eat first."

He Yuzhu said that he was already raising his glasses to touch the wine.

Bao Baohou couldn't say anything, so he could only clink glasses with him.

He Daqing quickly joined in, and the three of them toasted and exchanged glasses. The guest of honor enjoyed the meal.

Popohou's drinking capacity was pretty good, but compared to He Yuzhu's, it was still a bit inferior.

When he stood up to leave, he almost fell to the ground.

He Yuzhu rushed to help.

If something happened if it fell in my home, I can't tell.

"Don't worry...I'm not drunk! I enjoyed this drink!"

The broken man started to talk drunkenly.

"As for the antique business, don't think my main business is tatters. But my eyes and my hands are all treasures! The treasures that pass through my hands are really... really treasures!"

The broken man was talking nonsense.

He Yuzhu could only coax and said: "I know, what you have in your hands are real treasures."

"No matter how precious you are, nothing is as precious as the bowl in your hand..."

When Po Po Hou said this, his eyes filled with tears.

It seems like this thing has some indissoluble bond with him.

"I'll tell you the truth, apart from me, the Shaopohouhou, there is another person in our capital who can take this as a treasure."

"Who?"

He Yuzhu asked curiously.

"Don't say...don't say..."

The broken man burped and shook his head.

"Look, you're half-talking, aren't you trying to tease me? We've both cooperated, and you're still hiding it from me."

He Yuzhu deliberately blamed Dao.

"The two of us can work together for a long time!"

"Yes, it's growing! But if you want to hide it from me, I will definitely not be happy."

"Don't be upset!"

The Bad Lord patted He Yuzhu's chest and said, "That's all, I told you that you can't see him. Do you know about the nine admirals in the past?"

"The surname is Guan?"

He Yuzhu is also an old Beijing native, so he has naturally heard the story of the Nine Admirals.

"Yes, that's him, about the mountain!"

Baolanhou said: "He is also a stubborn man. But I think you two will have little chance to get to know each other. This old man is mysterious and unpredictable..."

Before he could finish his words, Broken Hou Yue vomited.

Seeing him like this, He Yuzhu probably couldn't ask anything.

I had no choice but to carry him to the entrance of the alley, find a rickshaw for him and take him home.

He went back and lay on the bed still thinking about it.

Admiral of the Nine Gates, about Mt.

These seven simple words contain a lot of things.

A private collector in Bashahou is so knowledgeable.

Presumably this nine-door admiral has more connections.

It would be great if I really had the chance to get to know each other.

And this is just guesswork and sixth sense.

He always felt that this nine-door admiral had something to do with this small enamel bowl.

Maybe this small enamel bowl will really become a stepping stone on his road to success.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu couldn't help but take it out and play with it.

He asked He Daqing to collect it, but actually secretly put it in his own space.

What kind of things did the White Widow give? He had occupied his father for so many years, so he had to leave some benefits for himself, right?

Besides, what belongs to He Daqing belongs to He Yuzhu.